Luyện nghe bài hát Intro - Hand It Down

Sorry
But all the money in the world can't me back again
Lay down, lay
Gonna stretch my mic out in funeral home on Marcy
All those new stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people
The last of the real hustlers, well not the last
gonna be a good rapper, new, improved Jay-Z

I quit, I'm
Ain't money in this game, to keep me around
Sorry big, I tried
Can't go with me on ride though
I'm the shots, the bar's closin'
we goin' to for breakfast?
Roc a y'all
Okay, I'm

Bringin' the drama, tryin' to up in the game

Had a couple of dollar to my name
Roc a Fella
One of the
Waitin' for my day to
give me the word

Nah, this ain't Jigga, it's your lil' Bleek
Reportin' to motherfuckers live from the street
Game I those, my mind so advanced
At nine I used to hoes for Easter clothes

Peep the steez, I represent for all with twenty eight grams
On a come up, to creep the keys
Large niggaz told me the car, keep the keys
a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's

First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do it
Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog, who
Screw Gooden, I in the PJ's
Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my finger

You find a bitch that be cream, bring her
Last seen with Bing, he got dropped us
Shit is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and
For the nonsense who it?

I go to sleep with a picture of a on my wall
Man I'm tryin' to up on y'all
Get one up on y'all, why I hustle in these streets
sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said, "Keep bullshittin', they'll you dead"
One of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set
to Tom D's, niggaz mad, veins out
Copped the Jordans, two before they came out

Flashy, fly little
Nosy bitch from the third like, "Why little nigga?"
Bitch please, the trees, took a long pull, like bitch to breathe
That's my answer, life's cancer and I'm serious

Waitin' for my day to
Just me the word